Best Glow Poems
On her terrace where she once had viewed a crimson field,
she stands recalling heroes who were battling their foe.
She still can feel the terror! How her poor heart reeled
thinking of her lover fighting on the field below,
with others on that plain bathed red as the sun dipped low.
The brave men lie in caskets which now are concealed
beneath a plain that ran with blood, where bright irises now grow.
She thinks of her own strong brave man, draped in white and sealed
forever in a casket too. He was her Romeo.
The sorrow flooding her she had never thought to know.
She looks down from her terrace with a heart that won’t be healed.
The mighty dead now lie in grassy fields. . . and lo!
Around the graves are swords, which are green blades revealed
with *purple flags that softly wave as a May wind starts to blow
and she is bathed in red again, there in the sun’s last glow.
* Purple flags refer to the name of the purple iris that resembles a flag
Submitted for Mark Toney's '2019 Poetry Marathon Mile 25' Contest
Drained fingers jot sweet memory
calling Pam’s name in every bloom,
as laced nights recall the glory
of fondness born from love’s heirloom...
Time pauses… her Glow swirls on trees
where romps christen fire tasting life..
And though wonder darts to appease
pale the ticks, yearning for dear wife.
Laura Loo's Contest:Second Place Only Contest III
Submitted 2/5/2016 Judged 2/6/2016
For the 'LOST' Theme Contest
He’s a creature small and lowly.
See him move along so slowly -
an earthworm.
He has no fins that he might swim,
nor wings that wind might carry him.
He’s earthbound.
And yet there’s something you should know.
God made him special; he can glow
like *earthshine!
*Earthshine is a newer word and synonymous to Earthlight, which is a natural phenomena of sun reflected off earth particularly on dark side of crescent moon.
This form is a derivative of one called The Compound Word Verse
My Beloved,
It doesn't matter
If it is I who comes to you
or if its you who comes to me
All that matters
is to be with you
All that matters
Is to love me true
Cause I' ve loved moons
that did not glow, before
And I loved stars
that did not shine
I drew two hearts
on sun-kissed sands
One heart was washed-out
by the night ~tide.
I lit a candle in silent winds
but has been smothered
by fog and mist
A dreadful sea-foam
stole my pearled sails
and with it
each endearing bliss
My Beloved,
I do know the trade of roses
for the crimson that thorns bleed
I embraced the pang of absence
when warmed eyes were not to meet
My Beloved,
It doesn't matter
If it is I who comes to you
Or if its you who comes to me
All that matters
is to always find each other
Cause our love is meant to be.
I’m sailing on a blue sea in moon’s glow.
Beyond the horizon my days are kissed
with magic; far into the past I go.
Walks along a cherry lane! An autumn mist!
Reality or just a fantasy?
Beyond the horizon my days are kissed.
I think I can recall a Hanah Lee. . .
on wisps of memory to which I cling.
Reality or just a fantasy?
What birds of splendor did I once hear sing?
I yearn to know again; I slowly drift
on wisps of memory to which I cling.
Upon a dragon’s tail I wish to lift!
Dreams ripple on the waves, and to a land
I yearn to know again I slowly drift.
To run again with bare feet in white sand!
I’m sailing on a blue sea in moon’s glow.
Dreams ripple on the waves, and to a land
with magic - far into the past I go!
the magic moon . . .
in moonlight’s absence
could fantasy survive?
12/19/12
Inspired by the Peter, Paul and Mary song "Puff the Magic Dragon"
and the "Terzanelle Fantasy with a Questionku Chaser Poetry Contest
For Mark Toney's the '2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 25' Poetry Contest
I write upon the fluttering pages of your mind,
My words of hope to make your spirit soar:
Reveal your inner light and charm,
When dark gloom and grief sow
Seeds of despair, never let them your soul pursue
And grow; pluck them out and away you throw.
I write upon rustling leaves of your thoughts that flow
From the tree of your heart, my words anew
To ease your unease and repose:
When dreadful storms do harm
Your mind's cool ocean, let pearls of peace cast ashore,
And help you smile at warm sunrise behind.
I write upon those empty spaces that I find
In your fragile heart, my words to implore
You to be ever poised and calm:
When endless waves of woes
Try to inundate you, never let them drown you.
Bask in the brightness of your own glint glow.
Dawn's Glory Is In Its Whispering Glow
Dawn's glory is in its whispering glow
its new hope and gifts in its golden beams
joy at waking to again see life's show
knowing oft comes a chance to life redeem.
We may recall, sound of rooster's first crow
dawn's message, its tender whispering voice
realize what little we truly know
about living, love and freedom of choice.
Rising, dare we ask what happiness gives
inquire do we with deeper kindness tread
stand true, knowing in this dark world life lives
oft waging great battles to get ahead.
As years, forward march in their steady flow
and morn continues to gift its sweet calls
shall we walk with pride, let our mercy grow
no matter what in life our soul befalls.
Dawn's glory is in its whispering glow
its new hope and gifts in its golden beams
joy at waking to again see life's show
knowing oft comes a chance to life redeem.
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Gasping At Beauty Above And Tomorrow's Sweet Promises
night's glow, moonlit scenes
heavenly skies, brilliant orbs
dawn's sweet crisp new rays
Robert J. Lindley, 6-24-2020
Haiku, ( Why the heavens and stars so inspire us )
Robert J. Lindley, 6-24-2020
Rhyme, And Haiku ( The Joy And Warmth Of Dawn's First Golden Rays )
with sun as its spire
the peak is a cathedral. . .
winter’s glow is ours
Don’t try to straighten tulips, dear - they spread.
They lean and bend…they bump and crowd…infuse
Their sunrise glow - the perfect rainbow-red.
The priceless, Holland-choice, symphonic hues,
Impress a smile from lovers’ lips, a test.
They lean and bend. They bump and crowd. Infuse.
In comely youth, great happiness expressed -
Relinquished to the bulbous fate of time.
Impress a smile from lovers’ lips, a test.
The glass panel aflame - half-dozen rhyme
In partial sun. Such glory circumscribed,
Relinquished to the bulbous fate of time.
Across the morning sky, their light imbibed.
Each vibrant cup with verdant leaves adored.
In partial sun - such glory circumscribed.
When glimpsing life through glass, don’t bind with cord.
Don’t try to straighten tulips, dear - they spread.
Each vibrant cup with verdant leaves adored.
Their sunrise glow - the perfect rainbow-red.
4/20/2022
AN ORIGINAL TERZANELLE
Sponsor: Milton Hankins
HMS and Rhymezone
Upon Misty Morning's Fast Fading Glow
Upon misty morning's fast fading glow,
dance fairies on glittering silver wings.
Flying with fantasies flowing in tow
And sweetest joy such dancing often brings.
Above their heads the rising sun awaits,
its morning sun's time for shining anew.
If fairies are seen, man then contemplates,
dreaming depths of that rare mystical clue.
As dancing wings fast flutter to depart,
one ponders glistened myriads of fate.
Sadness beating in dreams of every heart,
with embellished scenes of day's opened gates.
Upon that vanishing flash time cries out,
woe to he that simply waits upon me!
Free living is what life is all about.
Life taking dire chances is living free-
In those windless breezes summer moon shines,
In the deep dark no more secrets to dread,
The grave beginnings we have all kept live ----
Weeping misery and ancient-kept death
The mountains moan, the mountains moan! ---- as babes!
Those creepy-crawly mists fade to fortune;
Wondrous winds in a panting night do tame ----
The fevered child once wan with vacant love
A horn Gabriel shall blow through pink clouds ----
And sleeping stars bring life with bright-night-light
A world to shine and illume all year round;
Broods of good company and simple delights
The morn shall pass and with it mad darkness,
The heavens death cannot roam freely so;
Old Lucifer, huffing and puffing red!
Upon misty morning's fast fading glow.
3-04-2016
First 16 lines written by Robert Lindley
Last 16 lines written by Keith O.J. Hunt
Return again warm glow of Christmas past,
Rekindle precious times I hold so dear.
Transport me back and let my mind be cast
On golden memories of yesteryear.
A fir tree trimmed with fragile fairy lights
Illuminates an angel’s modest smile,
The mystery of secret gifts excites,
Though childhood dreams must slumber yet awhile.
Outside, a serenade of Christian souls
Regales our hearts with warm uplifting voice;
‘Oh little town of Bethlehem’ extols
The Saviour who gives reason to rejoice.
And those I’ve loved commemorate once more
The wonder of those Christmases of yore.
15/10/18
In snowflakes’ sunlit souls - an amber chest,
orange, yellow, blushing red impassion
resplendent ember hues of stained-glass zest,
vivid vibes enliven snow from ashen.
Inspired bliss of shining kiss on pale snow,
with delicate caresses Sol imbued
highlights to saturate the talc aglow
romancing frosted facets’ fiery mood.
Warm spectrum seeps across the crystal white
as sleepy sunbeams stir the embers’ heart,
igniting jewel tones before twilight
frost bitten festival of arctic art.
Illuminated thrills in chills impress
in ruby rapture sunset's snow does dress.
Susan Ashley
December 31,2017
~ Eighth Place ~
Premiere Contest: Embers and Snowflakes
Sponsor: Anthony Slausen
The glow upon his face makes the moon look bleak
His lowered gentle voice like a sunset song knocks each girl off her feet.
The sparkle in his eyes shame the brightest star
Each melodic whisper in her ear makes her heart beat fast and travel far.
Her cheeks once pale like white-washed linen sheets now own the perfect flush
because He found the secret code of how to make her roses blush.
The way he runs his hand across his brow have made her wish
for her cascading hair to be brushed by his fingertips.
Every night she dreams of him beneath a waterfall
and every night it is her name She hears him call.
He wraps her in his arms in each serene sleep
Sharing one last dance by the forest creek
As affection of summer’s glow expires
Winds bear upon us announcing autumn chill
I wonder the memories laid upon me still
Before each thought of golden sun retires
A breezy lush of fertile bloom still lingers
As aqua mornings greet me with a sigh
With hummingbirds inviting me to fly
And butterflies to dance upon my fingers
I long to hear the song of carefree chatter
On never ending sandy shores of pink
Continue through the harvest with a wink
As hopes of giddy reverie do flatter
I count the waves while salty air caresses
The sea to chant a lullaby in blue
To soothe the fears of autumn’s rendezvous
My heart, while still in summer’s glow, confesses
In my solitude...all alone tonight
I walked along a path in the woods
In the glow of half moonlight
Thinking to myself...thinking about my friends
Thinking if I'll see them all
When my own life ends
In my solitude...when I walked along the path
Thinking thoughts of my fun times
Well, I just had to laugh
Thinking to myself...thinking way back when
Thinking if again we'll share
Those lovely laughs again
In my solitude...as I had walked alone
I reached down on the path I walked
And I picked a lonesome stone
Thinking to myself...can I reach those stars
Can I throw it far enough
That the stone will land on mars
In my solitude...all alone tonight
I walked along a path in the woods
In the glow of half moonlight
Going Deep With An Emotion Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Sheri Fresouke Harper
6-8-2019